Nature Notes: This Really STINKS! (caution: grossness ahead)

Are you familiar with this little guy?
We are.
Unfortunately.

He, and his five and a half million relatives, have moved onto our street after running out of room in places like the whole Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

He is a Brown Marmorated Stink Bug (Halyomorpha halys. Linguists: think halitosis. Scientific knowledge here).




He is about the size of your thumbnail, gentle, sits still for long periods of time, flies short erratic distances with a very loud buzz for one so small, doesn't bite or sting or eat holes in your clothes. He is quite comical when overturned, waving his front legs like a swimmer doing the breast stroke upside down, until he reaches the surface and rights himself in one flip!



Stink Bug Poetry.

 So what can be the harm?

Here it is: he makes every effort to live up to his name. If you touch one, this seemingly harmless critter emits from some vent an odor that, after a year of exposure, I still can't quite describe. But I'll try. It's sort of a chemically-burnt-hair and slightly rotting-food sweet/acrid kind of stench. Like a really bad knock-off of an already really cheap scented candle. Hopefully the Yankee Candle people won't be inspired to create "Invasive Insect." It won't sell, guys.


 And this is how powerful it is:
If it gets on your hands because you were trying to remove him, it WON'T WASH OFF! So then your sandwich is ruined because when you raise your lunch to your mouth, instead of the aroma of a grilled bacon-cheeseburger, you get stench! 


Bug Vacuum. Bad idea.

 If you step on one--just one!--the room is temporarily uninhabitable.  Don't even think of removing it via your vacuum. You will now simply spread the fumes throughout the house. If you're hoping the dog or cat will eliminate it through play or curious tasting, they won't.


Approved Method of Disposal

 But the worst part of all is that he doesn't drop  in alone. He brings friends by the dozens.


Hiding in curtains

 We first noticed them a year-and-a-half ago, a couple here or there. A mild curiosity, we had heard of reported infestations in NJ , but figured by the benign behavior of the few we saw that Jersey-ites were just looking for media attention. (I'd love to see those "Real Housewives" reactions!) We didn't even notice a smell. We just had fun playing "flip the stinkbug." That was in March '09.

Things changed radically this past summer when the Halyomorpha halys "family reunion" took place in our neck-of-the-woods. Instead of a "few", they were seen everywhere. By October they were clinging to screens and sunny walls by the scores. They buzzed along oblivious to anything in their path, smacking right into us, flying into our cars, our homes, our clothes.



INSIDE Mei's bedroom window



At this point I learned that it was mating season. I also noticed that their gas had hit a new level of noxiousness. From that I deduced that female stink bugs must find this odiferous perfume a turn-on. Sexy.

Within a few weeks, however, the orgies ceased and we could at least open our windows without them falling on our heads. They seemed to be disappearing too! Perhaps they would die off!



Dead one on windowsill







Another dead one



 





Coming in the sliding door



Some did. Not enough. The rest started finding winter residences. Of course they don't snowbird like the local senior population. They just move INSIDE. I have found them cuddling in the curtains, sunbathing on the windowsills (to keep up that healthy, brown exoskeleton-tone, I guess), sticking to the carpet, and in the evening coming out of all their other unseen hidey holes to curl up near the hearth. One of those hidely holes turned out to be my own mattress, discovered when I changed the sheets. I had been sleeping with one!



Hinding behind Master Bed

 The last two straws came this week. The first was Stink Bug v. Snooze Alarm. I was just rolling over for those most-valued extra few, when I heard the sound of incoming over the bed. Then it landed in my HAIR. I brusquely swiped the thing to the ground. It responded to my hand's attack with its signature reply. Curling back into my little fetal position, hand under chin, I couldn't get cozy when every intake of breath smelled like rancid axle grease. Unarguable wake-up call. If everyone had that experience, there would be no one ever late for work from sleeping in. Think of the increase in productivity. It could end the Recession!



Overwintering Kit for Stink Bugs

 Then just the other night during a quiet  family dinner by candlelight with the crackle of a nearby fire, my eye caught sight of a dark object floating in Mei's MILK.  If  you stick your head out the window, you can still hear the ten-year-old's screams.
I've been thinking what the truly phobic must be going through. There must be a lot of new business for pyschiatrists in the Mid-Atlantic these days. Come to think of it, it might be fun to through a few bugs into the homes of those "Real Housewives of New Jersey!" Speaking of hearing the shrieks!

Here's how I, the Nature Lover, deal with them. Can you say "Fiery Furnace?"






Burn, Stinky, Burn



What about you? Got Stink?









Winter Day at the Barn

MeiWei and Miss Katie round-up Dude for lesson time

A surprise snow blanketed the horse farm as thoroughly as the trainer blanketed the horse on this frosty day.
MeiWei has been riding for four years now, and last winter switched barns to ride where there is an indoor ring, allowing for riding in any weather, any season. The trainer is a sweetie and all the horses are good, ol' boys. I love going there for the scenery, taking Mr. Bingley along and getting MY exercise while Mei gets hers.

Do You Want Paper or Electronic with That Curriculum?

I am indebted to Blossom at North Laurel School for her meritorious efforts in cataloging all (or almost all) the Ambleside Online curricula that is available for use on the Kindle. At the turn of the year I always find myself re-evaluating our schooling and looking ahead to the next grade (I say singular "grade" because we are in this .02% of homeschool families with only one student). The thought of curriculum fairs--an excuse for shopping with the girls--fills my head and urges me onward through the dark days of winter (of which in truth I don't mind because they give me an excuse to go to bed earlier and sleep in later).
    Last year I had the notion, with that partly-Scottish blood kicking in, to do a side-by-side economic analysis of the cost of "paper" books vs. e-books to determine if I would be doing our budget a service by investing in a Kindle rather than obtaining curricula in the usual format. Alas, I could not justify it: too few books for AO Year 3 were downloadable. ("Tell Amazon you would like to see this book available for the Kindle!" the searches would always chirp.) It IS possible that my somewhat limited (zero) understanding of the Kindle's Wi-Fi capabilities, which would allow for accessing public domain books online from sources such as Project Gutenburg   , misled my calculations. Or whether that generation of Kindle had even been rolled out yet. It's hard to keep up. They change faster than hemlines on Paris runways.
    So I donated plenty of bread to well-deserving Mom-and-Pop curriculum dealers, especially the USED curriculum dealers. (Score one for the tight-fisted Scots.)
    But now, Blossom's blog convinces me that I've hit the break-even point! (Oh, joy, a toy!) And then she points us to another Jimmie "I'm-a-Homeschool-Mom-with-30-Hours-in-My-Day"  lens on Squidoo.com (love you, Jimmie) that not only gives us all HER reasons for buying--ready?--not one but TWO Kindles, Hers and Little Hers, but includes a video from Simply Charlotte Mason.com comparing the different e-book readers including the iPad. 
   Ok, now I'm really in trouble because NOW I have to decide if it's wiser to buy the iPad for a "little" more and get all its bells and whistles or go with the e-reader because I could sorta trust MeiWei with it. Great. I love decision-making.
    What would you choose?

  
   

Needling Me

I know God has a plan for everything, so is it a sign of a fallen world or really His desire that Christmas Tree Needles should proliferate until Easter?

Glitter Grouse

I think glitter should be sold with an NC-17 rating--available for sale only to consenting adults who know how to use it safely and without harming themselves or the environment, especially the indoor environment better known as my house. What might be "pretty" glimmering on paper is akin to slime or excrement on my furniture, carpet, clothing, kitchen counters, washing machine, washCLOTH.....It's used in one end of the house and I find its evidence three rooms away. Send it back to Tinker Bell; I'm done with it!
Now how am I going to get rid of these little early Valentines from my DD without scarring her psyche?

PS Let's add sugar cookie sprinkles to that list of controlled substances too.

What's on your grouse list?